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Two things are ticking me off at the moment: eggs and mothers.
Specifically, egging. Specifically, one of my friends' mothers.



Ok, eggs first. This morning my mom told me that someone had egged our front door. She had called the cops (as if that would do anything *sigh*) and afterward cleaned it up. Now the door smells like wet dogs. Twenty of them. Not much else I can tell about it, as it was all done with (but for the smell) by the time I awoke.


Bleah. Neighborhood ********.


Then there is Lurker's mother. It seems that she believes a child should have only so much of a social life. She will not let Lurker go to the party of a friend. That is, unless Lurker manages to convince her back to -his side.

The reason? L's mum had thought that the party L had gone to earlier was this friend's party. Did I mention that Lurker and I had been planning it for a while?
Evidently, L was only meant to be able to go to one party this summer. The number shall dwindle as soon as school reopens, because L dear is now in the International Bachalaureate program, meaning harder work. Clearly meaning that L won't be able to ever enjoy being L and not a scholar buckled over mounds of homework.
Nice. So, basically, L is ******** for friends because -his mum has set a fun quota for -him.





Turkey basters.